CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 17 ∽ The Next Morning

DEMI'S POV

Have you ever woken up one morning and feel like shit, wishing you could just go back to bed and never wake up? That one morning when you were so wasted the night before, that you're body couldn't even bare the aftermath? Well for me, today was one those mornings...

I gradually opened my eyes, squinting as the light hit me. My head was pounding and I had body myalgia from head to toe. I felt like I've ran a fifty-mile marathon with a ton of bricks on top of my head when, for in fact, I've had only just woken up. All the events that happened last night really took a toll on me, both emotionally and physically. Starting from Nick and Autumn's disgusting affair, to Brianna and Raph going AWOL on me, to Bryan being an unsuspected ass, and down to Harry saving me from all of it: all the bullshit.

I didn't expect Harry to show up all of the sudden, unsolicited. I still don't exactly know why and how he found me, but I'm very happy and grateful that he was there last night. I mean, I would probably still be on that fucking street if he hadn't showed up.

For that moment, Harry was my hero, saving me from my own doings. I was lucky that he found me, that's why when I was starting to sober up last night, I didn't waste any time and took the opportunity to apologize to him. I have to admit though, I was a little 'out of it' during that time, but I'm thankful that I was able to muster out words worthy of being considered as a decent apology.

I opened my eyes completely as my iris gradually learned to adjust to the bright sunlight, taking in my surroundings. I glanced behind me and the space beside me is empty. Where did Harry go?

I hopped off the bed, my naked feet touching the cold wooden floor. As I wondered where Harry was, I took the time alone to observe his room. The walls were bathed in white and the furnishings, except his ivory bed, were all covered in black. Everything in his room was organized and set in place, the whole interior looked like it was cut out straight from an editorial magazine. The walls were like naked canvasses, no decoration or painting blemished them, but I did notice a set of picture frames lined in a row on top of a drawer which was sitting at a corner of his room.

I padded my way to the designated piece of black furniture, feeling the cold floor against the soles of my feet. The photos looked vintage, as it seemee like they were taken from a polaroid camera and encased in a plain glass frame. Majority of the photos were of a young blonde boy in various sceneries: playgrounds, preschool, and even pictures with a canine pet.

As I progressed through the row of pictures, it was like I was scanning through a timeline of how Harry grew up; pictures of milestone after milestone as the years passed. But out of all the memorabilias, one particular photo that was conveniently hid behind the others had caught my attention.

I grabbed it to take a closer look. It appeared that it was another picture of the same blonde boy that I have seen on the others but this time, a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, was accompanying him as he sat on her lap. They both looked happy as they grinned to the camera, they're features holding an undeniable resemblance.

"You're awake," a familiar english-accented, raspy voice startled me from behind. I immediately snapped my head to the direction behind me where Harry was leaning against the door frame in a t-shirt and some sweat pants, his hair tousled above his head with a neutral expression stamped on his face.

"Um, yeah... I just woke up not too long ago. I was wondering where you went," I told him, struggling to gain back some poise after my startlement as I hid the picture frame behind my back like some burglar caught in the act but still trying to hide the evidence.

"I was downstairs, whipping up some breakfast." He explained as he strided towards me.

"Oh," was all I managed to say as a sudden sharp pain in my head striked me but I was quick to mask my distress with a neutral expression as Harry approached me.